too lost as thinking man these arms that seed
a hunger lost my fellow man complete
breeding stars forgotten time as all
where no sea runs the seconds of defeat
a longing from complex to felling bone
how in my absence spoils what cannot be
one mouth of sound. a promise from the groin
no spoils now ash sends fever to the coyne
this trail of waste more distant than we are
this age where ages sorrow ever cursed
all seasons of a secret heart's lament
how many years a moon of sparrow's sent?
too soon the fingers tapped the marble dry
a city of asylums for the anger of a sky
where no man rusts. no man will walk upon
a longing for complete to stray beyond
I have heard the voice
that walks a midnight vein
no spoils now ash
sends fever to the brain;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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I feel such a desperate longing within these words, absolutely stunning, I always feel I've read these before, maybe you are reposting or maybe we are just floating in the world crossing paths spun from words. Either way dear Melvin your poetry is top class dear friend. 🌹
thank you Teddy;
crossing paths as we do, yes.
and perhaps I am starting to repeat myself.
time for a mood change of thought;
No I didn't mean it like that I've been reading your poems for so long just wondered. Every last one is unique. 🌹
no problem here Teddy I promise you;
I was having a dig at myself, thats all.
Love yah ❤️
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